Have you lost your depth perception Following that path will keep you worn
The position you're left in leaves you worried The red winds pour new air in 'til your lungs hurt
So what are you waiting for?
Disturbed you finally understand you've been infected you feel a part of you is dying or is almost
Listen for the echo bringing The thought is you growing madly
Make sure you connect yourself And keep your eyes pinned back for your own good Lock your doors, shut off your lights And keep your sharp objects straight out of your sight